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Once again it has happened. Since it isn’t the first time, I suppose it should not come as a surprise but still the feelings, the emotions that strike at odd times, like now 3:00 in the early morning hours along a highway in North Carolina. I once wrote a post from 30 plus thousand feet over the Atlantic, now from about 3 feet above the pavement cruising at about 70 miles per hour in the back seat. That is how our lives go, I suppose. At one point in our lives we are jetting across the world, the go-to guy who has people waiting on word from him as how to proceed and then the next, we are in the back seat; not being chauffeured but rather, not being needed to do the driving. No one is particularly waiting on our phone call. Wait; now before you think this is some melancholy, oh woe is me kind of blog… there is praise here!

Are we not given the responsibility as parents to raise His children, equipping them to step out into the world to follow the path He has for them? Absolutely, we are! When we have gotten to the time in our life when we are able to take the back seat in our children’s lives; we have succeeded. Praise the Lord and pass the Aspercreme! So, I suppose in some ways, we are being chauffeured.

This is my fourth, or as I always include our Filipino daughter, Cyd, my fifth time to take the back seat and watch as they prepare to step out on their own. On this trip, I am with Daniel, my youngest and his young lady, Sarah (not his sister). We are traveling to North Carolina to spend time with Sarah’s mother and celebrate Sarah’s birthday. In a dozen weeks, Daniel will be at Fort Benning, Ga. with the U.S. Army. So, his time has come to set out on the path that God has for him and I pray that his path will be brightly lit, maybe with a little bit of warm, glowing light that comes from the back seat.